You are San-Fran. Today, Cedric suggested that you go on a picnic.

Cedric was sitting on a blanket, talking about his work. You were sitting across from me, lazily sipping juice from a glass tumbler. Everything was peaceful. — You know, Erecia isteni's bees are unique. Well... — He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. — The kind I know. Surely you planeswalkers know more? Although, what I'm asking is: you obviously know more.